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Make Believe
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new joint from Ridicule & Mr. William...more of a serious track...definitely gotta peep this shit...hott shit....1one
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ridicule, mic kingz, m.i.c., dus, d.u.s.
yo whassup, it's DA KID! straight outta Harrisburg, PA...rollin' wit my crew, M-I-C & D.U.S.: Mr. William, Positive, Boogie, Jae Flame, Trademark, Dyverse, etc.....chea chea!!
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Peak #1,243
Peak in subgenre #673
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October 27, 2004
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MP3 4.0 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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Mr. William: take a look into the eyes of the lost/ beamin' beat red, walkin' across rivers of blood/ confined to muddy waters, small crumbs/ long barrel guns, makin' mothers mascara run/ cryin' oceans for they gone sons/ sons turn to soldiers & soldiers usually die/ but inside the minds of these guys, they doin' what's right/ fightin' for rights, America's pride is swallowing life/ politically i'm correct, just take a sec to digest/ this isn't a protest about the war in Iraq/ but i suggest before you act you gather up all the facts/ weapons of destruction, yeah we caught all that/ but inspectors ain't even find a small trace of anthrax/ Bin Laden still hidin', braggin' 'bout blowing our towers/ if I was Bush, i'd blow this little faggot backwards/ i'd catch it on camera, play that shit back for all America/ HA, i'd play that shit back for all America/ **Hook** it's all i know/ we're modern day, walking lost souls/ shoulders are chipped, hearts are cold, the hardest of times/ but life is what you make it, right?/ you got baby raping pedophiles/ children killers, dirty needles, HIV/ half dead babies hooked up to machines to help 'em breathe/ Lord, you have yet to impress me/ So now I lay me down to sleep, I pray Dear Lord, my soul to keep/ Ridicule: Dear Father, why'd you choose this life for me?/ I pray to Christ every week, it's so nice to see/ that it doesn't get me anywhere/ I graced you wit many prayers/ tasted so many tears & wasted so many years/ believing you would really right the wrongs/ nothing's changed, to capture your attention, i'ma write this song/ why's the ceiling falling out of my kitchen?/ why am I ignored when my mouth is the loudest that's bitchin'?/ pounded into submission, and lately you ain't got the time for it/ mother disabled from work, she ain't see a dime for it/ a sign of the times or just a sign of ya crimes?/ if you're the mastermind of the blind, then why have your eyes/ failed to recognize that this blessing in disguise that you have left behind/ has now become a mess because of lies/ ashamed of my residence, but I won't blame the President/ your name is on the Testament, from here on in I'm blaming you/ **Hook** it's all i know/ we're modern day, walking lost souls/ shoulders are chipped, hearts are cold, the hardest of times/ but life is what you make it, right?/ you got baby raping pedophiles/ children killers, dirty needles, HIV/ half dead babies hooked up to machines to help 'em breathe/ Lord, you have yet to impress me/ So now I lay me down to sleep, I pray Dear Lord, my soul to keep/ Mr. William: you got boiling pots, babies born deformed, crack rocks/ drug abusers using youth to help distribute what they movin'/ coke & heroin is killin' folks, traces of these lost faces/ embedded deep into my dro smoke/ but then you got these sick, twisted children killers/ stashing bodies in abandoned buildings, i'm just asking all these crazy fucks/ do you consider us to be just stupid & useless pieces of dog shit?/ And hurt whoever you want/ God is watching all the devil's work in progress/ these products of no prosperity/ hate & killing have no context or sense of their severity (WHY?)/ their just destroying the minds of those who gotta carry the cross/ their paying for crimes they didn't commit, victims of times/ i'm asking you God, touch the sun & shed some light/ help us all maybe sleep a little better at night/ help us all maybe sleep a little better at night/ **Hook** it's all i know/ we're modern day, walking lost souls/ shoulders are chipped, hearts are cold, the hardest of times/ but life is what you make it, right?/ you got baby raping pedophiles/ children killers, dirty needles, HIV/ half dead babies hooked up to machines to help 'em breathe/ Lord, you have yet to impress me/ So now I lay me down to sleep, I pray Dear Lord, my soul to keep/
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